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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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9:59 a.m. - 2003-04-25
Paint! Finally we are making some real progress at the Hobbit House. Well there's been progress all along, but how excited can one get over a new fuse panel? We are now getting to the discernable progress and the fun stuff. Most of the messiest bits are done, the floors are sanded, the pocket doors are stripped, everything that needed to be ripped out is gone and the new things installed. Now it's time to paint. Wolf's room and the master bedroom had more of that bloody awful wallpaper, and unlike Alex's room where we could slap a couple coats of primer over it and paint it out of existence, the other bedrooms had textured wallpaper. Peel, peel, peel. And in the case of Wolf's room, peel and watch hunks of the wall beneath come with. We got as much of the wallpaper off as we could and then started mudding. Great sweeping swaths of wall mud. Sand it smooth. Mud and sand again. And again. I tell you what, when I die I'm going to search the cosmos until I find the guy who invented textured wallpaper and I'm going to punch him in the head. Hard. So the walls are finally smooth. The primer is dry. And hoo hoo hoo! It's time for some color! The paint for Wolf's room is from Behr's Disney collection and the color is called "Tigger's Tummy". Isn't that funny? It's a nice yellow. Kind of creamy and not too bright. (Actually that describes an old boyfriend of mine, skin like silk and as dim as a 15 watt bulb. Nice guy, though.) Haven't decided what color to do the trim. Probably navy. Wolf's bedding is navy plaid and while I know comforters don't last as long as paint jobs, the combo of navy and yellow is nice. Also bought the paint for our room. Nothing exciting, a pale taupe and a 2 shades darker trim color. Boring, but a good compromise between the dusty rose I wanted and the beige Mike was stumping for. Actually, Mike wasn't really pro any color, he just kept making yuck faces at the chips I showed him until I held up a beige one and he shrugged, "Yeah, that's okay." I'll be dipped if I'll live with a beige bedroom, so taupe it is. Had lunch with Lisa yesterday. She likes my new glasses. The black ones. Surprisingly, Mike likes them too. He said they were sexy in a "Hot For Teacher" kind of way. I was telling Lisa about my quest to quell my nicotine demon and showed her my fingernails. I've always bitten my nails, but now they are gnawed down past the quick. She flinched and said she'd buy me a rawhide chewy. A chew toy of some sort is a good idea. I haven't quit entirely yet, but have restricted myself to only smoking here in my office. No smoking in the car, even while I'm by myself. No smoking in any of the other rooms here in the Big White House and none at all in the Hobbit House. NY just passed legislation which makes it illegal to smoke in any public place, including many parks and beaches, so no smoking in public even if I wanted to. I am trying really hard to not use food as a substitute. I don't need to trade one bad habit for another. The idea is to get healthy here, not swap lung cancer for a heart attack because I've ballooned up to 400lbs. So I gnaw my nails, nibble on pens, and *ahem* my husband is a VERY happy man these days. I started taking Wellbutrin too. I've taken it before for Depression, but supposedly it helps with cigarette cravings. I'll be at full dose by Sunday and we shall see. I never noticed any decrease in smoking when I took it before, but then I was so pleased to be functioning again and not sitting weeping with my head in the oven, things like noticing how much I smoked were moot. So far, except for the sore fingertips the worst thing is not being able to concentrate. I'm as scattered as a box of BBs spilled on a ballroom floor. As if you couldn't tell by this weird, do nothing entry. So be warned, things are likely to get a lot weirder around here as I wean myself from the vile weed. ~LA No Pick today, I can't remember the names of ANY songs, let alone a pertinent one.
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